Life Is Strange: After The Storm (Chasefield)(Discontinued)

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The wind was now calm but ice cold. The hard concrete road felt like rocks digging into my back while a ton of rubble was piled on top of me. I feel numb but the agony is something no one should feel. Maybe this is the drugs coming down after he drugged me... And Max. Oh shit, Max! Is she okay?! Oh my God, is she dead?! I don't even know where I am. I can't even move to find out. A heavy car drives by slowly from what I can hear, then it falls silent. All I remember was winning the contest and following Mark to his car. He then injected some drug into my neck and I woke up some place... Bright. Like a darkroom for digital photography.

He used me and hurt me. He hurt Max but she told me to stay strong when he was absent... Told me she had a plan and that we'd be okay. She passed out after that and Jefferson returned with his normal smile that fooled everyone. I can't believe I had an attraction to him. That prick killed her and I sure hope he's payed for the shit he's done. First Rachel, then Kate, now Max. Even Nathan was killed by him. God, what did I do to deserve this? I'm sorry for the shit I've done that hurt others. I'm so sorry.

This anger inside me started to boil my blood, giving me strength that I thought I'd never gain from so much pain. With one great push, I remove the rubble above me and I almost faint from the seaside air that hit my face. I look down at my belly, a sharp piece of glass dug itself deep so any movement will be torture. I need to find help, though. I can't just stay here. So, I force myself up and over the obstacles until I made it to the road. I look right where the lighthouse is and it's still standing. I look left to a road littered with the town's remains - buildings and corpses.

With a deep breathe, I begin to limp in that direction. One foot ahead of the other. Left foot, right foot, repeat. I can feel blood trickling from my face and around other places of my body. A few slices large and small all over. I pass a few poor souls, glancing at their cloudy eyes and the clear terror they had before their death. Even Taylor and Courtney died together, holding hands in a loving way. I never knew they liked eachother in a romantic way. The school isn't even standing anymore, Blackwell academy finally got what it deserved.

It took twenty minutes for me to reach the sign that tells others they're leaving Blackwell. I sigh and continue onward, holding my glass wound and using trees as support. It got to the point where I collapsed onto the grass and started crying my eyes out. I must've had a little luck left as a red car pulls up beside me and a tall and slightly around man dashed around and dropped to his knees with a medkit or something. "Shit. Shit. Shit. Are you alright? What happened? Can you hear me?" He asks, voice sounding like a twenty year old's voice. "The town... A tornado- they're all gone." I cry as my left hand on the grass clenches into a fist. "Fuck me, dude. Drink this, here's some pain killers. Hopefully that'll help." He hands me a large bottle of water and two pills from a box clearly stating the name of it.

He then takes out his phone and and dials quickly. "Hello? I need help. I've just found a woman who's badly hurt. Said her town was hit by a tornado. There might be more survivors... Arcadia Bay, South entrance... My name's Brody. Okay, thank you. Be quick, please." He then slides the phone into his pocket and takes a few bandages from the kit. He gently presses the bundle of cloth on my glass wound. He takes another and does the same to my right cheek. "What's your name?" He asks softly. "Victoria. Victoria Chase." I reply. He just nods with acknowledgement and a moment later, I black out completely.

I'd say a week passed where I laid in hospital, weak and silent and eyes to the ventilator. My parents introduced me to someone knew thinking I needed a friend but this girl is just a complete stranger to me and my parents are paying her to be here beside me. She's a shy girl, much like Max. However, she doesn't mind revealing her funny stories because she's being payed to. I look to the redhead who held her head low, hands shaking as they stuck together like glue. I've not spoke a word to her or my parents, fearing that the worse will come again if I do. I thanked Brody and payed him... Only he didn't take the money which was nice of him.

Brody was a nice guy and I wish to see him in the future. Gave me his Facebook details in case I wanted to talk. My eyes go to her long orchid orange hair, soft but a little messy and it hid her face well. She wore a black hoodie and black jeans and black shoes, I assume. She was shorter than my mom who's shorter than me so I'm estimating her height to be around five-five. I slowly sit up, gaining her attention and worried look. "You alright?" She asks, voice soft and sweet like Max's. Like, Kate's, actually.

I nod and look to my damaged and scarred hands. My whole body is a field of them, no mater where you look, you'll find one. "You barely survived," they said when I woke up at the start of the week. My parents know from Brody that Arcadia is just a field of lost souls and rubble but they won't say a word to the public about myself surviving. They know I won't be able to take that sort of stress of answering an office worth of questions after losing everyone I knew and the life I had. "Need some water? Something to eat? I- I can go get it for you." She said, ready to jump of her seat. "No, Abigail. It's fine, really. Don't stress yourself over me." I whisper as I wave to her. "You should be happy, paid thousands to sit on your ass in the same room as me." I say quietly, voice sounding a little dry from the lack of water. I suppose some water would be good but I don't even have the motivation or mood to drink or eat.

She sighs and looks away and down to her bag that she's yet to open. "What's in the bag?" I ask. "Nothing." She replies. "You brought a bag with nothing in it? You take me for a fool?" I ask. She shakes her head ever so slightly. I should probably be a little nicer to her. She doesn't even look happy and even though she likes taking photos of random things in this room, she's not taken one of me. Perhaps I scare her. "Are you alright?" I ask. "Yeah. I'm good." She answers quietly. "You're not. I know your not. You don't have to be here anymore. If you wanna leave, just leave. No one's stopping you." I say.

"I don't mind being here. I don't even want the money. You've not listened to me all week so what makes you wanna listen now?" She asks, keeping her eyes away from me as if I'd turn her to stone if she looked. "Because I'm bored and won't be leaving here for another two weeks at least. So, spill it." I demand. "I just wanted a friend. You're parents literally found me wondering the streets on my own and thought I looked like a nice person to talked to. They told my parents and I that I'd be here until you got better and since my parents are also getting paid, they... They won't let me leave. Said that if I was to ever get anywhere in life, I gotta make good money somehow."

I raise a brow, a little confused about what she's saying. Sounds like her parents just want to use this for her advantage. But she looks like the person who'd have loads of friends and family. Why doesn't she? "So, you got no friends at all?" I ask softly. "Yeah. They all ditched me because I was too weird or creepy. Too childish and nerdy or something. Not up to their standards and shit like that. It's been like this for over a year... No one here wants me around. Hell, my parents want me out of the house with my own home." She explains a little more, now giving me a better understanding of the situation.

She's one of those loners who isn't given a chance. Someone who's just used and abused. "I've never experienced it... But I know someone who thought like that. Ended with them jumping off the roof of our dorm. I stupidly filmed it because I didn't think she'd do it. Thought it was alright to video it but... It was wrong as hell. I deleted the video. And lit a candle for her like everyone else." I look to her as she looked to the ventilator, eyes a little glossy from tears I assume. I love the freckles on cher cheeks, they make her look sweet. "At least you regret the shit you gave her, I guess... No one regrets what pain they give me. No apologies or anything." She sounds super depressed. I don't want this moment to push any one of us to suicide so I better lift it.

"I guess... We can be friends. From what you've said this week, you sound like a pretty interesting girl to hang with. I mean, you're very interesting, I'll admit." I say with a small growing smile. "Wait, really? I thought that shit bored you." She smiles ever so slightly with a lifting tone in her voice. "Nah... Besides, we both need someone to talk to. I have shit trauma and you've got a broken heart from broken trust. And I'm happy you stuck around this week. I really needed the company." I say softly as I take her left hand in my right. Her smile grows brighter as she tightens her hold a little. My heart feels lighter and my stomach feels weird, as if I got butterflies from her comforting smile. It's the same feeling I got when I locked eyes with Max when we first met. I wish she was here right now. I miss her so much.